Two or three things about having a crush on Mr. Dazai

That's how I became a potential investigator for the Armed Detective Agency.

The reason is that it is a preliminary rather than a regular member. Even if they didn't tell me specifically, I can guess it seven or eighty-eight.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the past, my identity as a ghost assassin was very important to the government. If I joined the armed detective agency linked to the Baidao police, they would definitely have to deal with problems and approval procedures.

and……

My superpower is "Nothingness".

From the age of 14 to 20, I have not been able to gain the trust of the port mafia leader for a full six years of service. I actually don't expect White Fang-whether it is the government or the armed detective agency, to trust me without any grievances.

They want to test me during the "trial period", which I understand.For this brand new job, I have good patience.

Besides—after that incident, I actually didn’t trust myself very much.

Here's the thing.

That day, I was in the Butei Office preparing to write a report for Dazai’s commissioned task——I can’t help it, Dazai hates writing reports the most, and Kunikida couldn’t get it out no matter how hard he urged me, so I did it for me.

For me, who has written countless complex project reports in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, it is a piece of cake.

After finishing writing, I was about to hand it over to Kunikida Doppo, when an accident happened the moment I got up.

A strong and familiar sense of consciousness tearing hit, and the documents in my hand were scattered all over the place.

"--Autumn?"

The world in front of my eyes is distorted into chaotic color blocks, and the voices I hear become blurred, seemingly distant and near, and become incomprehensible syllables.

The ability to think is far away from me.

I struggled to stand in place, but I didn't know where I was, and I couldn't even understand the action of "standing".

"... Qiu, what's wrong with you? You're not moving?"

"...Cho? Can you see me? Can you hear me?"

"... Please say something!"

"...What's wrong with Mr. Qiu?"

"...I don't know what's going on. It was fine before, but it suddenly changed like this. There is no response at all. Atsushi, you should contact Dr. Dazai and Yosano right away. Something happened to Qiu!"

"...Ah, good, good!"

"Wake up, Qiu! No more accidents..."

……

"Qiu, can you hear me, it's me."

"No, no response, no response to calling his name."

"That's it... I have a solution."

"what?"

"Osamu Dazai, I'm Osamu Dazai. Come, see your Mr. Dazai."

Osamu Dazai?

Such a comfortable voice.

Such a familiar syllable.

"He...he reacted!"

"Mr. Aki seems to react only when he hears Mr. Dazai's name."

"Unbelievable..."

"Huh? What's going on??"

"Is it the power of love?"

"..."

"Dazai, can you call again?"

"My name is Osamu Dazai, come with me, okay?"

"..."

"……sky."

"Really, really followed him..."

"Mr. Aki's feelings for Mr. Dazai are really deep..."

"I have nothing to say."

"With Dr. Yosano, is there any way to deal with this situation?"

"No, I don't know anything about spirits."

"Then what should I do, will Qiu continue like this forever?"

"Just wait until he wakes up."

When I woke up, a figure was vaguely outlined in front of my eyes, and then the shape gradually became clear.

The fluffy and slightly curly brown hair, the iris-colored eyes, and the handsome face engraved in my heart are my lover Osamu Dazai.

I found my head resting on Dazai's lap, seemingly asleep.I tried my best to open my eyes: "Well... what's wrong with me?"

Dazai covered my eyes with his hands, and said softly, "It's okay, if you're tired, you can rest for a while."

My fingers climbed onto the back of Dazai's hand and took his hand off.

"Mr. Dazai, what happened to me?"

Vaguely, I remember the agony of tearing consciousness not long ago.

"You had a dream that was only mine."

He said with a smile.

With a hoarse voice, I jokingly said with a trembling voice: "It's not an incurable disease, is it?"

How long can I stay with him in this state?

Dazai tapped my lips with his slender fingers, "hush" in dissatisfaction, and seemed to be a little distressed: "Oh, Mr. Qiu, who is independent and self-reliant, relies on me occasionally. It is not a behavior to keep secret about difficulties. Good lovers do—"

Me: "Sorry, I thought that was over...no need to say that."

The soul consciousness and human beings are two completely different forms of existence. I subconsciously thought that after coming out of nothingness, the phenomenon of intermittent loss of consciousness would no longer exist.However, it is not.

Dazai's eyes darkened: "Takeshita Qiu."

"Ok?"

"You are the man who controls my heartbeat."

he said seriously.

"You can't habitually sacrifice yourself."

"I'm going to be heartbroken, it hurts, it hurts."

"Qiu, are you willing to make my heart hurt?"

"..."

It was as if I had been hit by a hundred thousand thousand words of love, the blood in my whole body rushed to my forehead, and every pore was trembling.

Takeshita Akira, you are truly hopeless, and your life will fall on Osamu Dazai.

Under the shock of Dazai's love words, I had no choice but to tell him those experiences.

I left nothingness at the seaside that day, just like my previous existence as a soul. I don't know the reason yet, and I don't intend to delve into it.

Obsessed with the necessity of my own birth, it is easy to slip into the abyss of thinking, and I cherish the present world, thinking that there is no need to pursue the past.

But Dazai cared more than I thought.

Under the president's instruction and matchmaking, in order to find out the cause and solution of this situation, we visited the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

When Dazai and I appeared in the office of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Ango Sakaguchi, who was in charge of the work, almost slipped his hand and dropped his refreshing coffee.

Probably the superiors had informed us of our arrival in advance, and the entire Supernatural Secret Service Division treated me cautiously as if facing a formidable enemy.But when they saw the overlapping hands of Dazai and I, their expressions were quite suspicious of life.

"Mr. Sakaguchi, are you demonizing me too much?"

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses: "Takeshita-kun, please have a correct understanding of your reputation. Every time there is an unsolved assassination case in the world these years, your file in the Supernatural Secret Service Division will be thicker."

The implication is that the name of ghost assassins is like thunder, no wonder they see me as if they saw a ghost.

"Moreover, most of them don't know that you and Dazai-kun are lovers, and they are so... intimate."

Why, ghost assassins can't fall in love yet?

Ango Sakaguchi looked numb: "No, it's just that the degree of affection you show is too impactful..."

"Let's get down to business. Although our Special Ability Division has research on supernatural abilities, the 'Nullness' is too special. The last time I was entrusted by Mr. Dazai, the information collected was not very useful. Takeshita-kun's condition is not so much mental weakness. It is said to be a sequela of brain injury. Regarding the scientific research on the brain, I know that the research in one place is more in-depth and more targeted than ours."

"It is fully managed by the General Council. We generally do not intervene, and only maintain certain contacts with the General Council. It occupies one-third of the western part of Tokyo. It has been isolated from the outside for a long time, and the alert system is very strict."

"They are trying to stimulate the human brain, supplemented by the teaching model to develop students' supernatural abilities on a large scale. So far, some results have been achieved. If Takeshita-kun's disappearance of consciousness cannot be controlled by conventional methods, my suggestion is that you might as well look for it over there. Find a way, our Ability Secret Service Division can provide you with a pass."

"That place is called Academy City."

The author has something to say: Love-style brain disease is not a big problem, it can be cured